WHAT I TALK ABOUT WHEN I TALK ABOUT RUNNING by Haruki Murakami
Book Quote:
“People sometimes sneer at those who run every day, claiming theyâll go to any length to live longer. But I donât think thatâs the reason people run. Most runners run not because they want to live longer, but because they want to live life to the fullest. If youâre going to while away the years, itâs far better to live them with clear goals and fully alive than in a fog, and I believe running helps you do that. Exerting yourself to the fullest within your individual limits: thatâs the essence of running, and a metaphor for life â and for me, for writing as well. I believe many runners would agree.”
Book Review:
Review by Devon Shepherd  (OCT 23, 2011)
In his running journal-cum-memoir, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running, titled in obvious homage to Raymond Carver, Haruki Murakami claims that âpeople basically become runners because theyâre meant toâ âI know exactly what he means. Runners are different; if only for the fact they think nothing of doubling up socks to run in 20-degree weather while incredulous spouses look on; they brave downpours for the bliss of having paths to themselves; they passionately debate the relative merits of Body Glide vs. Vaseline, bare feet vs. high-tech shoes, real food vs. GU gels. Runners know itâs possible, even enjoyable, to be alone for hours, pushing themselves âto acquire a voidâ and these quirks of temperament are often enough to form a bond with other distance runners.
Last winter, here in New York, I only cancelled one scheduled run due to the weather which meant I was out in Central Park in rain and hail and snow, passing the same brave souls every day. On a bitterly bleak run, a smile or a nod of acknowledgment was enough to warm those December mornings. On the flipside, summer arrived and I was then having difficulty acclimatizing myself to the heat, and on a particular arduous day, when dayâs high was nearing 100F, an older gentleman and fellow runner, passed me with an encouraging shout: âYouâre going to do more than finish; youâre going to win.â The kindness of this stranger brought a smile to my face, and although when I run my first marathon here in New York in November, Iâll be far behind the winners, I will be among a group of very special people taking over the streets: runners.
To those who can relate to the above: I highly recommend this book. To fans of Murakami, or those generally interested in writerâs biographies, I have to be more reserved.
Although Murakami describes himself as a mid-pack runner, somewhere between the âenergetic ones . . .slicing through the air like they had robbers at their heelsâ and the âoverweightâ ones â[huffing] and [puffing], their eyes half-closed, their shoulders slumped like this was the last thing in the world they wanted to be doing,â he is, by most standards, an accomplished runner. After taking up running in 1982, at the age of 33, Murakami has run, on average, one marathon a year â bringing his total to 23 in 2005 when he wrote most of the book. He has also completed a 62-mile ultra-marathon (his time: 11 hours, 42 minutes), a wonderful account of which is included in the book, and six triathlons. Murakami has also been fortunate enough to run races that are on many runnersâ bucket listsâ Boston, New York, Honolulu, Athens â and an excerpt of an article he wrote chronicling his re-creation of the first marathon, from Athens to Marathon (aptly enough, Murakamiâs first marathon), is as inspiring as it is harrowing â I got thirsty just reading it.
But this is first and foremost a runnerâs journal. Chapters are structured as discrete journal entries, most dated between 2005 and 2006 â the ultramarathon entry is dated 1997; the excerpted Athens article is from 1983. Consequently, the style is casual, conversational, and for those used to Murakamiâs subtly layered narratives, the looseness of the prose might be disappointing. However, perhaps the biggest problem with the book is the lack of focus on Murakami, the writer.
To be fair, Murakami readily admits, this is a book about what ârunning has meant to [him] as a personâ rather than a writerâs memoir. But while, Murakami draws parallels between the âfocusâ and âenduranceâ required by both runners and writers, and says that âmost of what [he knows] about writing [heâs] learned through running everyday,â I couldnât help but feel that while he was able to write honestly about his failures as an athlete and the limitations of his aging body (Murakami is 62), he was less candid in describing his life as a writer. Such creative descriptions of his struggles as a runner (at one point he likens his mind to Danton and Robespierre and his body to the rebellious Revolutionary Tribunal) only whetted my appetite for similar descriptions of his struggles as a writer.
Lest you think Iâm a sadist, let me clarify. Murakami tells of his experience interviewing the former Olympian, Toshihiko Seko. Murakami asked Seko if he ever experienced days when he just didnât feel like running. Seko ,âin a voice that made it abundantly clear how stupid he thought the question was, replied, âOf course. All the time!â â What Murakami was trying to discover with his inane question was âwhether, despite beings worlds apart in terms of strength, the amount we can exercise and motivation, when we lace up our running shoes early in the morning we feel exactly the same wayâ and concluded that âIn the final analysis weâre all same [sic].â I wanted Murakami to ask a similarly inane question of himself about his writing, because I, as an aspiring novelist, would too like to know if in the final analysis, weâre all the same.
That is why writers read writersâ biographies. We look for personality quirks or life experiences we can identify with. Weâre comforted by tales of hardship and rejection, hoping that if we persevere, our day, too will come. Murakami started running around the time he started writing, at the age of 32. As the owner of a jazz bar, he worked long hours. Without any previous literary ambitions, he remembers the exact moment he first had the idea to write a novel: around 1:30pm April 1, 1978. He was at Jingu Stadium watching a baseball game, when the thought struck him: âYou know what? I could try writing a novel.â From that day on, he wrote at the kitchen table after he got home from the bar until he got sleepy. This first novel, published as Hear The Wind Sing won a literary contest and started Murakami on his career as a writer. Eventually, Murakami sold his bar, and took the plunge to writing full-time, devoting himself to writing more serious novels.
The trouble is: Murakamiâs breezy accounting of his career path reads as glib after the detailed accounts of how salt caked his body in Athens, or of how his feet swelled so much he had to switch his shoes for a bigger size during the ultra-marathon. Writing is as a difficult as distance running, and for all his well-deserved literary success, Murakami has also experienced the literary equivalent of aching legs, slowing times, and embarrassing disqualifications. Itâs unfortunate that he chose not share them.
While I suspect it will mostly appeal to runners, far be it for me to discourage people from picking up this book. While Murakami admits that he is not out to proselytize on the physical and psychological benefits of running, âstill, some might read this book and say, âHey, Iâm going to give running a try,â and then discover that they enjoy it. And of course that would be a beautiful thing.â A beautiful thing, indeed.
| AMAZON READER RATING: |  from 110 readers |
| PUBLISHER: | Vintage; Reprint edition (August 11, 2009) |
| REVIEWER: | Devon Shepherd |
| AVAILABLE AS A KINDLE BOOK? | YES! Start Reading Now! |
| AUTHOR WEBSITE: | Haruki Murakami |
| EXTRAS: | Excerpt |
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Bibliography:
- Hear the Wind Sing (1979)
- Pinball 1973 (1980)
- The Wild Sheep Chase (1982)
- Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World (1985)
- The Norwegian Wood (1987)
- Dance, Dance, Dance (1988)
- South of the Border, West of the Sun (1992)
- The Elephant Vanishes: Stories (1993)
- The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle (1994)
- Sputnik Sweetheart (1999)
- All God’s Children Can Dance (2000)
- After the Quake: Stories (2000)
- Kafka on the Shore (2003)
- Vintage Murakami (2004)
- Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman (2006)
- After Dark (2007)
- 1Q84 (October 2011)
Non-Fiction:
- Underground: The Tokyo Gas Attack and the Japanese Psyche (1997; translated 2000)
- What I Talk About When I Talk About Running (2007)
Related:
Movies from books:
- Tony Takitani (2005)
October 23, 2011
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One Comment
Tags: Around-the-World, Memoir, Nonfiction ¡ Posted in: Non-fiction
One Response
Devon ~ I really enjoyed your review. I supposed you’vre read Alan Sillitoe’s The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner?
Good luck on your first marathon. (My marathons are behind me, having burned through two hips, one of which is now factory installed.) I look forward to your novel someday.
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